GETTING RID OF THIS THOUGHT

Why death? Why silence? Why no answers again and again? I try to live, without thinking about it but this island is always in here.

SHINING

Shining wave of life. Afternoon. Silence is only a thought deep inside. Horizon is one island closer.

VERTICAL WAVES

I was lying on my island. I was lying to my island. Meanwhile, the vertical waves took me apart.

THE SECRET LANGUAGE OF WAVES

Waves. They're whispering. They're telling me something about past, about future. I'm listening to their secret language. I wonder why I understand them, so far. Waves and sea, one word in the end.